Thursday, December 31, 2020
Friday, December 25, 2020
The evening of the 21st of December, just after sundown, we drove up a tractor rutted hillside and parked our trucks on the top of a rise. The field sloped downward from there and the tree line was well below the southwest sky. Our neighbors popped up 4 lawn chairs and we sat, looking.
A hint of a orange sun set completed, still shown through the bottom edge of the horizon. And we looked. We talked. My wife, though, was silent. I tried to engage her with some conversation (several times) but she stayed silent. And we watched.
A crescent moon shown brightly over head but not a star in the sky appeared. We checked the time. According to what we had read, that moment had arrived and we all looked up at the sky together. Nothing.
I blinked, looked again and there it was. A noticeable star. The only star. Then appearing to be two stars. Close, noticeable to the naked eye. And we watched on this warm East Texas evening as the Star of Bethlehem was again born for us to witness. In an instant, a celestial switch was thrown from the sun to light those two close planets.
We talked of that moment. Thanked our neighbors, from our hearts, for sharing their hill and this once in a life time moment with us. We sat, we watched.
After a half hour the two planets seemed brighter. The naked eye saw more of a single light than two. Without fanfare or notice five spikes of light appeared. I asked the others if they saw what I was seeing and they did. I blinked, looked away, looked back again and again. I looked at some of the other night stars starting to appear in the sky and none shown so bright and absolutely no other star was accompanied by five noticeable streaks of light emanating from their centers. And I watched. I must have done this several dozen times. I was seeing what I was seeing.
I compared the star lit sky to this Star of Bethlehem. There were none other that shown so bright or painted a noticeable singe point in the evening sky.
It was personal for me, my wife and our neighbors. We were fortunate for the hill, the horizon and the blackblue sky. It makes no difference to any of us (I think) beyond what we saw that night. All of that became locked inside the 4 of us and most likely a unique personal event.
I silently prayed. For guidance. For my myself, my wife, my family, friends my country. For good health and for strength. I prayed for the goodness of man to prevail. And I thanked God for his presence in my life. Under the star of Bethlehem, was a wonderful moment to offer a prayer.
My wife has held this moment very close to her.
Christmas Day Eve now. Gonna post and then take a few days off.
I realized yesterday, when a gal at the local market offered simple advice at check out. I told her I as having trouble with my homemade bread not rising and she said to check the date on the yeast. Offering bread making tips.
She noted that I had also visited the discount meat corner. Yes, I had and found rib eye steaks at half price. A large circle of bread rolls followed as I feared I was going to encounter a homemade bread failure for the holiday.
Then she asked if I was a senior citizen. I smiled said yes and to myself said "bless your heart." She said I saved $4.00 which meant that one of those rib eyes was damn near free.
"Have a blessed day and a Merry Christmas" rolled off her tongue as she handed me my receipt. Accompanied by the East Texas accent put an instant lump in my throat. From the heart.
In that moment she taught me how important everyday human contact is. The simplicity of that moment, genuine conversation/interaction/warmth/niceness to others.
These days and times are finding people that are giving up God given freedom, locking themselves in their homes and avoiding most all personal human contact. They are killing themselves softly. I am trying to understand.
Thank you for the visit.
Have a blessed day and a Very Merry Christmas.
Saturday, December 19, 2020
From a good friend who took his boat out on the Miami River last night. He said it was beautiful but for the idiots and drunks out boating. I responded saying that idiots and drunks out boating on the Miami River last night just might be a good sign given the times we live in. Regardless, beautiful pics of parts of Miami at night taken from the river.
Sunday, December 13, 2020
Standing up against the wall in a neighbors shop were two trees like the one above. Their grandson made them awhile back in shop class. Yep, shop class. Actually, an agricultural course. Apparently some wood working involved too. My wife was drawn to them immediately. I was too, but from a design point of view. How simple and functional for yard decoration this time of year. No plastic nor electoral help. A little paint with paper plate cut outs and spray cans of paint. Glitter of course!
I tightened the star on the top, my wife brightened up a few of the colors and to the front yard it went. Leaned up against a tree and fastened with wire ties. Christmas decoration for the season. I take time to look at it daily as we come and go. It is quite often the simple things in life that bring some joy and happiness.
No ranting. I am at my roads' end giving advice to myself let alone offering to others. I ask myself constantly now, what else can we be doing in the few days left this year and before the 20th of January. Yep, we can still get more of this and more of that. Food available, even toilet paper to the top of the racks. No ammo. Have talked of that. We are, for all practical purposes out of time. Even asking for more time is wasteful energy. God knows we all have had plenty of time for the past few years. If we have not done it by now, more time is not an answer. Hope is not a plan.
My wife looked at me this morning and said that we have lived long enough to witness the end. Witness being the key word.
There appears to be real fear for gatherings or being in close proximity. I can feel it in the grocery stores now. People move out of the way, hold back within their 6' circle of perceived safety. Not all, but with some it is noticeable. People are polite.
It has to be taking a toll, to avoid and be avoided in the social and public places. Conversations nearly impossible due to muffled voices. To be housebound for months on end has also got to be taking a toll.
Add to this the myriad of coming threats of against our freedoms and ways of life from newly elected governing class. I cannot find any happy news these days. None!
Lemon trees appear happy though in the early morning dampness. Flowers healthy. I am putting off harvesting the last 4 lemons until I have to. They have become good friends at yard's end. They help me look forward to their next crop, next season, next year. Springtime. Growing season.
Winter weather this week has been bright sun and temperatures in the mid seventies. Then cool/cold, a few hours of soaking rain and this morning in the thirties with a high of 48 forecasted.
My better half has the kitchen prepped for more Christmas cookies.
Some ready to be mailed out and delivered. As in years past, she restricts my access. I have had only three so far and there is a promise for more coming for home eats this coming week. Today's bake comes covered in powdered sugar.
And the beat goes on. Would you put your child through this?
For the children you know. Keep your eyes on more of these stories.
Who is John Galt?
Another week. Appreciate your visit.
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Oil and butter melted in the pan. Salt and pepper then floured. Fried medium heat for minute and a half on each side. Heaven on earth!!
Monday, November 30, 2020
Monday, November 23, 2020
.22 LR Rifle Art
80 YARD ZERO
WHEN THERE ARE NO TARGETS TO SHOOT AT
I try to avoid the political arena here. God knows it is the blanket covering this country. Impossible to pull the blanket aside to get a breath of clean fresh air. That the smothering of living a free life may only directly affect a neighboring state, county or city is no consolation for folks living in relaxed restrictions. The spirit of a Live Free or Die country is being strangled by folks the people elected. Not to see that freedom for all is slowly being pushed to take a knee to a new world order is the onset of terminal blindness.
This second lockdown across the nation was on the table for everyone to see weeks ago. The left has told us what they plan for us. Second lockdown is again programed for a couple weeks, but then expect extensions through Christmas, then New Years, then Inauguration day and then into Spring. All of this is not by coincidence, but by design.
Doing a little homework reviewing states and cities under draconian rule show the results of political power grabs at any cost. To kill a city/state economically in the name of C19 renders people helpless. More and more major cities and streets, once bustling with a growing healthy economy, are now boarded up, businesses forever destroyed and the rats grow larger and many. Small towns too being strangled and left to dangle in the wind on politically infamous nooses.
Some folk are longing for a little freedom at damn near any cost. Once it becomes dead serious evident, to all the people, that a nation held on its knees at gun point is nearing the end of a permanent death spiral. The good old days will be but stories and those too will be gone when the remaining elders depart.
In the original movie, Red Dawn, there was a scene where the youth were armed and leaving the city in their pickup trucks. They stop at a mom and pop home/store front for supplies. Anything they want or need is given to them and off they go to the hills for survival and organizing a resistance. The older couple are left behind. The older couples age and abilities were a liability to the demands of fleeing to the hills to live, survive and organize fighting back. I get that. It is the way it has to be. I get that too.
But now we are the older couple who will be filling the kids pick up trucks with anything we have that they want/need. Our hearts will go with them, with every ounce of hope and love a human can muster for another. But staying behind now too, soon be swept away from patrols working off of lists provided by government officials, does not set well. Yes, they are making lists and boasting of consequences. Not a slap on the hand or even to the face. Permanent consequences for having conservative values and having a voice.
We are being told over and over what will happen to half the nation in the months ahead if this election is successfully stolen. We might even witness our current President of The United States being prosecuted for crimes he has not committed.
That being said, we will go out with our boots on and never bend a knee. I hope to God that day never comes. But a gnawing inside of me is worrisome. I am convinced that many a nook and cranny, in this great land, will plan to go out the same way when push comes to shove. God, Country, Family and mom's apple pie.
There has been early evening and day shooting in the surrounding area since we moved here. Comforting, yes. Some plinking. Rifles being zeroing for hunting season. A 30-round magazine ripped off because it can be. My guess is it has been the norm in East Texas lands for many many years.
These are familiar and healthy sounds of a free society.
There will be family. Early afternoon gathering. The table will be like it always has been for the past 75 years. A turkey carved to the bone. Homemade buns, salads, stuffing and enough gravy to choke a horse. Pot of turkey soup and cold turkey sandwiches, on fresh bread, the next day.
All of these traditions will be up to the youngsters soon. It was handed down to us and we continued in same. Will the youngsters pick up the traditions and continue or will this day and history become dust in the wind?
Making the big turkey dinner starts weeks earlier and becomes a 24-hour adventure on Thanksgiving day. There are worse ways to spend one's time.
Do whatever it takes to keep this alive in your family and circle of friends.
Thanks for the visit this week.
Thursday, November 19, 2020
53 YEARS AGO
Veteran's Day came and went again. Seems like a million years ago. My wife and I joined a veterans' driving parade put on by the local schools in town. All of students were saying thank you for your service and waving individually made signs in support of veterans and veterans day. Quite moving.
My wife teared up several times, quietly saying; "Only in Texas, only in Texas." I am sure there are many other communities supporting veterans that day, but we were fortunate enough to personally be a small part of this day's community mission.
I had to laugh as a few grade school boys were say "Merry Christmas" as we drove by. They were giggling and pushing a different narrative. Respectful for sure, but kids being kids to the full extent. I wanted to reach out to just one of them and tell them that to keep it up and they were going to be just fine. Just fine! Yea, it was good; very good for this old Vet.
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Will end this blog with morning homemade biscuits for two and home canned Fig/Strawberry jam from a wonderful lady down the road. Never had this jam mixture before. The half-full jam jar speaks for itself.
Fig trees close by and next season some home made bread traded for figs and this jam recipe will be in order.
Texas Governor just announced "no more lock downs."
Appreciate the visit.